GoldLink - Sober Thoughts (Lido's Forgotten Sunday Service) lyrics

Yeah, we f** today We fight tomorrow then we f** again I f** her homie, she find out And then she f** my man Then I hit her and I tell her she a piece of sh** Then she call the cops and say "You always make me sick" Then we f** again, we make it up And then we're back to where we used to be And usually, it take like two or three Sometimes it last a week Then we fight again, then I f** her friend This cycle never ends That same little n***a yelling out that west side Was that same motherf**er in that drive-by West side 'till I motherf**ing d-ie East side get the love when I get high Pop bottles and I forget you even exist Rarely at the cathedral, throw up the Panther fist Baby girl doing better with a star now When I'm so deep in her p**y Make a star child Sober kids with sober thoughts And it's okay 'cause baby, I got what you want Sober kids with sober thoughts And it's okay 'cause baby, I got what you want Good music, I got that Good head, I got that Sweet chains, we got that Want beef, I'm 'bout that Good music, I got that Good head, I got that Sweet chains, we got that Want beef, I'm 'bout that Been thinking about getting this tat all on my face Who gives a f**, nobody get to see me anyway My uncle hit this sh**, and he probably be mortified I'm only 20 years old, sounding like I'm 45 Sweet lullabies and lies is what can keep this drive And when I finally get a car I didn't steal it, I'm riding thighs In panty skirts and denim dresses, all the finest linen And the highest fabric backseat, steady rattling, I'm an addict for you Such a pa**ion for you, never asked for much Except a little loyalty, some head, and Actavis Swear it's bad for us but I don't give a f** Addiction is the purest way of love that will enhance in us Drink driving, drunk driving, Foamposites, autopilot Coin wallet, we hiding Heavenly Father, don't be mad at me You may not come when I want You But You're right on time Sober kids with sober thoughts And it's okay 'cause baby, I got what you want Sober kids with sober thoughts And it's okay 'cause baby, I got what you want Good music, I got that Good head, I got that Sweet chains, we got that Want beef, I'm 'bout that Good music, I got that Good head, I got that Sweet chains, we got that Want beef, I'm 'bout that